First Date Part II

So the date went well. Relatively speaking, that is (I'll explain shortly).

We met at Starbucks. I showed up early so I could make sure I was comfortable and that we could actually have a table (that particular Starbucks is always quite busy). She walked in and recognized me right away. As she walked towards the table, I realized that she looked a bit...er...heavier than I had imagined. She wasn't FAT, per se, but rather it seemed she may have put on a few extra pounds since her pictures were taken. Soon enough, though, this realization was all but forgotten as we immediately engaged in full blown conversation.

And a great conversation it was. We covered a lot of ground - everything from friends and family, to growing up in school, to hobbies, to even politics! It was all very pleasant and even interesting. We talked for 2.5 hours and we were the last patrons left in the store (the Starbucks crew had to kick us out!).

We exchanged another brief conversation in the parking lot before parting ways, and I even initiated a hug (to which she openly embraced). Overall, a good first "date".

Now for the "relatively" part...

So in my pursuit of finding the right girl, the keystone of qualities that I'm looking for is that she must have a genuine and active relationship with God. My date, however, did not. But the really bad part is that I knew this before meeting her, as we had spoken on the phone a few times before the date. So why did I meet up with her then?

I wish I had a really good reason. But I didn't. Really, I just wanted to feel good about the fact that a.) I had a date; and b.) that someone was interested in me enough to come out and meet me. And, c.) I guess there was part of me that really wanted to find a way to make things work, in spite of our different views about God. After all, I found her to be attractive and thought she had many great qualities...just not the single most important one.

You see, this was only the second date I had ever been on in my life. Not that that lends itself to being an excuse for leading a girl on - because it doesn't. But unfortunately, I allowed my insecurity to supercede my conscience.

And now for the really hard part - calling her and explaining all of this. As gently, yet honestly as possible.

I'll post after the dreaded phone call.